Free My Vampire and I Vol 3: Blood Resurrection by J. P. Bowie

have cast long looks at us now and then. I think they feel we spend too much time together, but whether they suspect anything other than that, I’m not sure.”
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“Then an apartment might be a good idea,” I said. “I don’t want to be removed from my position before I find the manuscripts I’m seeking.” “Oh? You haven’t told me of those.”
“No. Before you knew of my true self, I could not share that with you.”
“And now?”
“It is said that one Pope made a study of vampirism in order that he might find our weaknesses and wipe us off the face of the earth.” “And did he?”
“Well, we’re still here, Pietro.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I meant, find your weaknesses,” he said, sniffing. “And if he did, I shall want to know them so I can tie you to me for all time.” I smiled and kissed his nose. “You already know how to do that.”
     
“Hmm…well, what did he find?”
    “That silver can harm us—chains, knives, any weapons made of silver can slow us down and sometimes prove fatal if the wound is not treated promptly. Silver causes infection in the blood and prevents the wound from healing by itself. There are remedies of course, but as I said, prompt treatment is essential.”
    “Have you ever been wounded, Bernard?”
“Not by a silver blade, but I have been flogged and thrown into the daylight to die.” He gasped out loud. “Who would do such a thing?” “Many people, given half a chance.” I chuckled at his expression. “Vampires are not the most popular of species, Pietro.” “So, these manuscripts you seek…you think they are here, in the Vatican?”
“It seems the most likely of places.”
“But many books and letters have been lost or burned over time.”
“True,” I agreed. “But I have a feeling I may find what I’m looking for here, locked away in one of the deeper chambers.” “We could look, but we’d need special permission to enter the vaults.”
“Can we ask without arousing suspicion?”
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Pietro shrugged. “Why would they care if we want to pore over ancient documents? I’ll ask around to see if there is a problem with us entering the vaults. In the meantime, we need to find that apartment.”
    “Just make sure it has good strong window shutters!”
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    On the first night, we were alone together in our new apartment, Pietro and I celebrated with a bottle of fine Italian wine. Slightly tipsy, we made love in a most abandoned fashion, and I, showing off my supernatural powers, levitated us from the bed in which we lay. As we hovered there between the bed and the ceiling, Pietro clasped tight in my arms, his smooth naked body moving sensually under me, I asked him to join me and become as I was—a vampire.
    He was silent for a long moment, and I was glad of that. I did not want him to answer in a rush of emotion or give the answer he thought I would demand. Instead, practical as ever, he tapped me on the back and said, “Put me down first…” Gently, I lowered him down onto the counterpane and lay beside him awaiting his answer.
    “I have thought of this many times,” he said quietly, his hand on my cheek. “I know that if I do not, I will grow old and die, leaving you still young and vital with an eternity stretching before you. Chances are, you may meet someone for whom you care as much as you care for me—” He stilled the words of denial that sprang to my lips with his fingertips.
    “That, of course, I cannot allow,” he said, with his beguiling smile. “May God forgive me for what I am about to say, but I cannot deny you this request, my love. Yes, I will join you in immortality, and in your eternal journey, for I know I will love you to the end of time.” I held him, crushed to me in my arms, and wept. I had taken his blood before, and he mine, but this time, as we consummated our eternal union, he knew that when he awoke he would be changed and he would see the world